"Hey, Chen An, hurry up and come over. You're killing me with the wait! Hurry up, don't dilly-dally. I can hardly hold out any longer!"
Just as Chen An clocked out from work, Wang Ping's message immediately came through, making his heart race with urgency.
"Sister Ping, I'm on my way alright, but like we agreed, your husband has to be in on this. If you don't tell me for sure, I'm not coming over."
"Oh, how could I deceive you about something like this? Besides, deceiving you wouldn't do me any good, right? Hurry up, can't you trust what I say?"
Frankly, Chen An didn't need to ask that question—he knew full well that if Wang Ping's husband truly didn't agree, then she couldn't have sent those kinds of photos. So the question was more for his own reassurance.
